[It takes him a few minutes to respond, because he firstly gets a brief flashback to the cause of the bruise, which is not something he should be thinking about at work, and secondly flounders his charm and nearly throws it on the fucking floor. He brings it very close to his face and presses it to his forehead, sinking into a crouch somewhere in a back room of Lupin.]
i want to apologize but i also don't want to lie to you and i'm not sorry for the situation that caused the bruise
[Akira has spruced the place up a bit. It's not that he feels he's unfit for Haru's engagement, per say, it's that he feels undeniably boy around her, and she's always so proper and well-dressed.]
[He even put on a fresh shirt, Haru. Be proud of this stinky goblin boy.]
[It's probably still jarring for her to see him without his glasses, for that matter. But he isn't wearing them when he opens the door, smiling and immediately stepping aside for her.] Hey, welcome.
[He knows as much-- he just Wants to. Something something leader something. He's so used to putting on a show, even knowing none of them would want him to pretend he was something he wasn't, it's just. Ingrained. He's too far gone, now, he doesn't know who he is without the mask when it comes to the rest of them.]
[He'll get there.]
[He looks her over in a beat of confusion before realizing why she must be looking at him and barking a sharp peal of boyish laughter, waving his hand in front of his eyes.] Ah-- yeah, I don't wear them so much anymore. [Still masks like a motherfucker, though.]
[His ears turn a little pink, if she can see them through the sentience his hair is gaining in not being cut in nearly a year because he is afraid of the prospect of Goro Akechi with scissors.]
[And a manual one he does have. He's got a manual grinder, too, and produces a small bag of beans from a top shelf for her.] Very. You come through okay?
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